Something Huge
Something Huge
Somebody hit a deer.
Drunk, the driver kept driving,
Leaning forward to peer
Through the blood the wipers smeared.
The fawn waited until dawn
For her mother to get up
Like a girl sitting
On the edge of a bed.
She was young, but old
Enough to know
Something huge had happened.
She grew up,
Let herself be fucked,
Gave birth to fawns of her own.
Wary of roads,
She kept to the hills,
Her fawns following her.
A boy who wanted only
For his father to be
Proud of him
Shot her.
When he reached
His cold hands inside her
It was the first time
He’d been in a woman,
Not counting the time
Before he was born.
He was young, but old
Enough to know
Something huge had happened.